"Okay so now that it's filled out, I'll draw a spiral until you tell me to stop, got it?" Allie asked as she showed Bea her notebook. "But you have to look away for it to count."

"Okay," Bea laughed, as she turned towards the ceiling and covered her eyes.

Allie smiled as she shuffled closer on Bea's bed and leaned in to give her a small kiss on the neck, causing Bea to giggle.

"Okay, ready to let the all-knowing game of MASH predict your future?"
"Ready."
"And… I'm drawing."

Allie began to draw a spiral on the page. Bea waited a few seconds, listening to the pen trace the paper.

"Okay, stop."

Allie stopped drawing as Bea looked back down at the page.

"Nice, so now we count how many lines the spiral has. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, okay, Bea, so your magic number is seven. Now we use this number to go through where you'll live, what you'll drive, how many kids you'll have, and most importantly, who you'll end up with, knocking each item out one at a time until you're left with one choice for each category. Ready to cement your life?" Allie smiled.

Bea chuckled and nodded her head. She leaned on Allie's shoulder as Allie made her way through the different categories of the game.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven… Okay good, you're not marrying Jackson, well I could've told you that… Oooh, no Lamborghini for you, sorry, that seemed so possible… Mmkay five kids sounded like a lot of work anyways… Ah, no mansion, well yeah I mean maybe if you had five kids that would be necessary but otherwise it's just a shit ton of pointless maintenance…"

Bea couldn't help but laugh as Allie commented on each item that was eliminated. As she finished the game and had circled the items that won out each category, a beaming smile came over Allie's face as she brought the notebook closer to Bea.

"So, let's see then. You'll live in a house, which seems like the most reasonable choice for your lifestyle. You get to drive a motorcycle, which is great because I can't drive anyways and always wanted to ride in one of those little sidecars. You will obviously end up with me, which I never doubted, but it's always good to have it in writing as a backup. Annnd we'll have one kid together."

"It's two," Bea chuckled, pointing towards the number determining how many kids were in her future.
"Right. One to go," Allie smiled.

Bea's eyes began to sparkle as she looked at Allie. She placed her hand on Allie's neck and brought her in for a kiss before letting go and hugging her. Allie looked back down at the notebook.

"Okay, so, are you taking my last name? Bea Novak has a nice ring to it. Or am I taking yours? I'd be down for Allie Smith, it sounds like just one name if you say it really fast. Or should we be progressive and overwrite who we were and combine our last names to form one new super name like… Novith or… Smovak?"

They both broke out laughing as Allie signed her name below the game. Before she could write Bea's, she took the pen from her and signed below Allie's. Allie took the pen back and drew a heart around their current names. As she tore out the page to give to Bea, the door to their room opened and a nurse walked in.

"Ready for your therapy?" the nurse asked, smiling as she stood behind the wheelchair.

Bea looked at Allie, who stood up from the bed.

"Isn't it a little early?" Bea asked, looking at the clock. "Can't I wait for Allie to…"

"Hey, it's okay, no worries. Come on."

Allie lifted Bea off her bed and gently brought her down into the wheelchair next to the bed. Allie looked up at the nurse, gesturing and quietly asking for a moment alone with Bea. The nurse nodded and smiled as she walked back out. Allie crouched down in front of Bea, taking the page from her hands and placing it on the bed, before taking Bea's hands into her own.

"We can do this, right? Just a little longer and it'll all be over."

Bea nodded as her eyes began to sparkle again. Allie smiled softly and rose up to give Bea a kiss. As she pulled away, Bea took Allie's face in her hands.

"Wait for me, okay?" Bea asked.

"Always," Allie answered.

They hugged one another, both women holding on as if they would never see each other again. Allie forced herself to break from Bea's hold, releasing the locks from the chair and pushing Bea towards the door. She opened it and pushed Bea out into the hallway, the guard immediately stopping Allie from stepping through the door. The nurse took hold of Bea's chair and pushed her down the hallway. Allie gave her a small wave as she saw Bea turn to look back at her before the guard closed the door to the room.
…

"Good work, Vera!"

Vera stopped walking and turned to see Channing approaching her, a giant smile on his face.

"Excuse me?"

Channing kept walking towards her office, and she followed alongside him.

"I read the new article. Your favorite reporter contacted me to apologize and ask for my blessing to publish the new one. Fantastic work!"
Channing sat down in Vera's chair, placing his hands behind his head, as Vera stood in front of her desk, surprised that the reporter had gone over her head to obtain permission to publish the article. Vera recalled that the article didn't mention Jake at all. She still didn't know if this was because the reporter wanted to repair the damage made to the image of the prison staff and administration from the first article or if it was just because Jake was never involved in anything related to the attack.

"Yes good… I still… I still don't think that may have been the full story…" Vera replied.

"Doesn't matter anymore. Point is Ferguson can't keep shitting on us all now that her real actions and intentions were publicized and can't keep claiming we're out for her blood. I think it's safe to say we can bring Smith back."

"…I'm not sure that's such a good idea. You know what Ferguson is capable of…"

"It's fine. You have a team of officers watching her like hawks, right? You've moved her as far away as possible from the red hand bitches, right? I've been hearing how things have gotten… rowdy… without Smith here."

Channing raised his eyebrows in Vera's direction. Vera looked towards the window then down at the floor, annoyed that one or maybe various of her officers had gone to tell Channing of the recent problems the prison had been dealing with during Bea's absence, namely an increase in drug smuggling, the hallucinogenic trips of three inmates, and instability as women from different crews tried to overpower one another through bashings and gangings to take on the role of top dog, none of them actually succeeding.

"Things are fine… Derek, thanks to the testimonies the women submitted Ferguson was charged with attempted murder. She is the only other person in this prison who knows Smith is alive. Nils Jesper was annihilated by her legal counsel on the stands before Smith could even contribute. The court needs a few days to prepare their arguments before Smith can appear to testify for the new charges. Smith holds Ferguson's future in her hands and she knows that. We can't expect that Ferguson will just let Smith…"

"Look, Vera, Smith is going to be fine. Her attack riled up the other inmates to speak on her behalf. I doubt they'll let anything happen to her. We have witness testimonies. We have footage of the mess hall. Ferguson's finally done for. Smith won. She can come back to retake the reins."

"She's in a wheelchair for Christ's sake!"

"Her doctor is optimistic about her level of progress."

"She's regaining sensation in her legs, but she still can't stand or walk on her own! She's weak and vulnerable right now! Why can't we just let her stay a few more days to progress with her physical therapy then bring her back after her testimony? She receives more care there than she will here. Right now it's better for her to just focus on getting better. She doesn't need to…"

"Wentworth needs her. The women listen to her, respect her, so before things descend into nastier shit I would love for them to have her back. Maybe piss their pants a bit when they think she's come back from the dead to haunt the prison."

Channing laughed and stood up from the chair, making his way towards the door before stopping to look at Vera.

"Go get her as soon as possible. Fear is the only thing these women respond to. Time to show them that it's best not to piss off an immortal."

Channing smiled and gave Vera a small wave before walking out of the office. Vera sighed deeply, unwilling to call the transport van that was sent for Allie to pick Bea up as well, realizing that it would be best for her to get in a little more peace before she had to return to her chaos.
…

Allie placed the candle from the cupcake Bea had given her as far as she could inside the cast covering her left arm. She then threw on her hoodie and zipped it up, feeling a strange warmth upon being back in her teal uniform. She put her hands in her pockets as she turned around to see her doctor walk in with a blanket and a Wentworth officer walk in with a wheelchair. Allie looked from the chair to the two men.

"What's that for?"

"Sorry, Allie. Given your injuries we still can't risk handcuffing you so…"

The doctor turned towards the officer who pulled leg cuffs out of his pocket. Allie scoffed, shaking her head.

"What's the chair for then? I can walk fine with those things."

"Mostly for the other patients," the doctor replied, handing her the blanket.

"Oh… they'd be scared of me, wouldn't they?" Allie laughed.

"…Sorry, Allie."

Allie shook her head and took the blanket. She sat down in the wheelchair and watched as the officer cuffed her legs. Allie unfolded the blanket and draped it over her legs, feet, and cuffs, interlocking her hands and resting them in her lap.

As the officer pushed her towards the elevator, Allie looked up and down the hallways, observing the different patients, nurses, and doctors, all immersed in their own little worlds. As the elevator doors closed, Allie looked down at her ring, realizing that she still needed to hide it in order to get it past security and into the prison.

Once on the first floor, a nurse accompanied them outside as the officer pushed her out towards the parking lot, stopping behind the transport van. Allie stood up from the wheelchair and entered the van, having to sit on the edge of it, turn around, and then have the officer help her stand up from inside. She took a seat and leaned back against the wall as she watched the nurse take the wheelchair before the officer hopped down from the van and closed the doors. The engine started and the van began to move. Allie took a deep breath, looking down at her ring and remembering the night she had with Bea, smiling as she realized she would always look forward to her birthday from now on.

Allie closed her eyes and threw her head back, every moment she had spent with Bea racing through her mind. To her it seemed like they had shared a lifetime together. The thought of getting a shorter sentence because of Kaz's attempt to take the fall for her worried her. She didn't want a shorter sentence. She had nothing or no one outside of prison, and she couldn't begin to imagine having her time with Bea cut short because Kaz felt guilty for everything she had done. Allie tried to come up with possible scenarios as to how to avoid a shorter sentence. Maybe she could tell the judge Kaz and the governor were both lying. Maybe she could cause a ruckus during her sentencing that might make the judge reconsider her time. She wasn't sure yet, so for the time being, she would only focus on the time she would spend with Bea as soon as Ferguson's trial was over, free from worry, danger, and fear.

Allie's eyes shot wide open as the van crashed and flipped over, smashing her head as she landed on the ceiling of the van that was now beneath her. Beginning to bleed, Allie tried to push herself up as she heard shouting outside, but struggled to keep her eyes open as her sight became cloudy and blurry. The last thing she saw was the door of the van being opened, a masked figure climbing inside as she closed her eyes. The last thing she heard was a gunshot.

…

Bea entered her room, a feeling of sadness overcoming her as she realized she no longer shared it with Allie. She headed for the space between her and Allie's bed. As she ran her hand over the covers of Allie's bed, she felt a lump near the foot of it. Bea reached underneath the cover to pull out the lighter, turning it over in her fingers and beaming with joy as she remembered the night she had with Allie. She then turned towards her own bed and picked up the page of the game they had played. As silly as it was, as impossible as it was, Bea wanted nothing more than for that future to come true. She smiled as she went through the different categories, two tears falling from her eyes onto the page.

"Fuck," she said as she wiped her eyes with her hand.

As Bea blew lightly on the page, hoping to dry the stain, the door to her room opened and Franky stepped inside, holding two granola bars and plopping down on Bea's bed, her legs dangling off the edge.

"How'd it go, Red?" Franky asked as she handed a granola bar to Bea before unwrapping her own.

Bea took the granola bar and stared at it, a glowing smile appearing over her face as she shook her head and looked back up at Franky, who was smiling as well.

"It was perfect, Franky… I… She was so… Happy."

"I'll bet," Franky chuckled. "I don't know why you made us get her a ring. Pretty sure she would've been fine with you tying a strand of your hair around her finger."

Bea laughed as she placed the page in her lap face down and unwrapped the granola bar, bringing it to her mouth to take a bite out of.

"What's this?" Franky asked.

"Franky, no!"

Franky grabbed the paper and smiled as Bea tried to take it back from her, failing to do so as Franky lied back down on the bed and read through it as she held it out of her reach, as Bea tugged at her pants and her jacket.

"Oh I see, it's your marriage license," Franky smiled as she sat back up and placed the page on the bed next to her. "So what does it feel like being Mrs. Novak?"

Bea shook her head and laughed as she rubbed her face, unable to erase her smile, unable to hide her happiness. As she opened her mouth to speak again, the door to the room opened again. Will stood in the doorway as he stared from Bea to Franky, as Franky and Bea looked from him to each other.

"…Hey, Mr. J," Franky finally spoke, breaking the silence.

Bea looked around the room, unsure of why he was here or what she should do or what she could possibly say as Will stared at her, his eyes watering, a smile appearing on his face.

"Bea…" he said as he stepped over to hug her.

A little shocked at first, Bea softly laughed as she brought her arms around to hug Will as well. Franky raised her eyebrows in her direction.

"Hey, Mr. Jackson," she whispered.

As Will pulled away from her, he finally noticed Franky, giving her a quiet greeting before stepping away from them.

"I can't… I can't believe it's… it's actually true," he stammered.

"Governor finally let you in on it then?" Bea asked.

"Yeah she, uh… Yeah," Will nodded, unable to contain his smile.

"Why though?" Franky asked, rising from the bed and standing next to Bea. "I mean, don't get me wrong it's not that I'm not happy to see you, but… I thought the plan was to keep this one dead until the Freak's trial."

"Uh, there's been a change to that plan… Governor wants you back, well, the board does, so she sent me to get you."

A look of puzzlement came over the faces of Bea and Franky as they looked at each other before looking back at Will.

"…While Ferguson is still at Wentworth… and Red is in a wheelchair… Are you trying to kill her?"

"It's out of the governor's hands. Things have gotten… difficult since… Board reckons it'll calm down once you're back, Bea."

"You don't possibly expect her to go back as top dog, do you?"

"Vera and I don't, but… according to her doctor she's showing signs of improvement and…"

"Yeah, she can jerk her legs every once in a while, doesn't mean she can stand on her own two feet. You take her back, she might not…"

"Franky, it's okay."

"No, it's not fucking okay! Ferguson is gonna kill you. With all the statements the women gave against her, she's fucked. She can't get out of the attempted murder charge and she knows that. You're all that stands between her and her freedom, and she's not gonna let you just roll on in to the courthouse!"

"Franky, this is what the board decided. There's a team of officers watching Ferguson, and we'll keep her as far away from you as possible, Bea."

"As possible? Look, Mr. J, I'm sorry, but the screws are corrupt and easily manipulated and…"

"Watch it, Franky, you're talking about my colleagues and…"

"Yeah, incompetent fuckers who obviously won't protect this woman! She's not safe there and if something happens to her…"
Bea grabbed Franky's hand.

"Franky, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. If they've made the decision already there's nothing we can do."

"Red… She's gonna come after you."

"It's okay. It's only for a few more days and then this will all be over."

Bea squeezed Franky's hand and looked around the room.

"I just need a few minutes to gather my stuff."

Will nodded as he turned to step back out of the room.

"You're fucking crazy," Franky said as she watched Bea make her way towards the bathroom.

Franky massaged her face, contemplating the fatal mistake the board was making by sending Bea back in her current state. She looked around the room before making her way over to a chair near the window and grabbing the bag filled with Bea's belongings.

"What the fuck, Red, your shit's already packed," Franky called out as she looked through Bea's bag.

"Franky, can you help me?" Bea responded from the bathroom.

Franky threw the bag back down in the chair and walked towards the bathroom to see that Bea had already switched out of her hospital gown and back into her white undershirt and her teal shirt, her pants pulled up to her knees. Franky walked over and wrapped her arms around Bea, slightly lifting her from her chair, as Bea reached down and pulled her pants the rest of the way up.

"Thank you," Bea said.

Franky set her back down, but kept her arms around her, tightening her hold and refusing to let her go. Bea placed a kiss on Franky's cheek as she wrapped her arms around her as well, squeezing her eyes shut tight to keep herself from crying as she realized she no longer knew when she would see Franky again.
…

Jake pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to proceed as the police had blocked off the rest of the street. He and Vera stepped out of the car, and after showing their identifications to an officer, they made their way towards the wrecked and turned over transport van.

"What happened?" Vera asked as she looked around.

The officer she had asked looked at them before beginning to walk away, as Vera and Jake followed him.

"No witnesses, but we've determined that the prison van was intentionally crashed into. We would've called it a hit and run, but…"

The officer stopped in front of a body bag on the ground, evidently holding a person. He leaned over and unzipped it.

"As you can see, whoever did this wanted to kill whoever was inside."

Vera and Jake stepped over to the body. Vera covered her mouth when she saw the Wentworth officer who had a bullet through his head, his throat slit, and his shirt torn open, the letters RRH written across his chest in red ink.

"Any clue as to what RRH could mean?" the officer asked, taking out a small notepad.

"Red Right Hand," Jake immediately responded. "That sexist, misandrist group intent on destroying men."

"Oh I remember hearing about them…" the officer replied as he wrote something down.

"Where's the inmate?" Vera asked, looking around in the hopes she wouldn't see another body bag.

The officer looked up from his notepad and looked around the area as well.

"We're not sure. We found blood in the back of the van we believe to be hers but there was no other trace of her. Even the vehicle that managed to wreck the van disappeared."

"Governor, which inmate was being transported?" Jake asked.

"Novak. Allie Novak was being taken back to Wentworth from the hospital," Vera stated as she watched the officer write down the information.

The color drained from Jake's face when he heard her response.

"Is she affiliated with the Red Right Hand?" the officer asked.

"She… She's their second-in-command," Jake responded.

"Former second-in-command," Vera added.

"So it's safe to assume this was a planned escape then?" the officer asked.

Jake nodded as Vera shook her head.

"Okay well, if you don't mind I'd like to ask you a few questions about the prisoner…"

"Just a second," Vera responded.

Vera pulled her phone out of her pocket and walked away from them, leaving Jake to discuss Allie with the officer. She dialed a number and waited for a response.

"Will? Are you with Smith?... Okay, don't let her out of your sight for a second… Just get her back to Wentworth, and I repeat do not let her out of your sight until she's back in her unit… I'll explain later."

Vera hung up the phone as she walked towards the back of the van. Standing a couple of feet away, she was still able to see the blood on the ceiling of the van and the inside of the doors. Vera massaged her face, trying to process the situation, trying to decide whom she should interrogate first about what had happened to Allie – Kaz, her closest friend, the leader of the Red Right Hand intent on getting Allie out of prison no matter what, or Bea, her lover, the expert in creating diversions and calculating every last action in order to escape prison by any means necessary.

…

Bea sighed in relief as Will pushed her past the strip search room, thankful that she wasn't searched upon returning to the prison. As they made their way towards H block, they ran into Miles, who froze in horror at the sight of Bea.

"What the fuck…" Miles muttered as she took a step back.

"Let the rest of the officers know, Linda," Will ordered.

As they went towards her, Miles pulled out her radio and moved back against the wall, trembling as she struggled to operate it and ultimately dropping it on the floor. As Bea went by her, she leaned over to pick it up, smirking as she returned it to a shaking Miles.

The women they went past all reacted in a similar fashion to Miles, most either screaming in shock or backing away in fear. The few that approached Bea were kept at a distance by Will, who simply told them that yes, she was alive, no, she was not a ghost coming back to haunt Wentworth, and maybe, they should think twice before trying to cross her, as they can see that she's capable of surviving anything and could possibly outlast any one of them.

Bea was relieved when she finally made it to H1. Will let go of her chair and stood in front of her.

"You gonna be okay?" Will asked, even though deep down he knew the answer was a resounding no.

Bea looked up at him then around her empty block, before slowly nodding her head and smiling. Will smiled back, placing a hand on Bea's shoulder and squeezing it before he walked out of the block. Bea took a deep breath as she looked around the block again, before looking up at the clock and realizing her crew was at dinner. As she placed her hands on the wheels of her chair and pushed herself forward in the direction of her room, the door to Sonia's room opened. Bea stopped and watched as Sonia walked out, looking down at the glasses she was cleaning with a lens cloth.

Sonia placed her glasses back on and turned to look at Bea, a small smile appearing on her face at the sight of Sonia, the woman who had defended her in the laundry room, who had given her a remedy for her burns, who had written and collected testimonies to speak of what Ferguson had done to her. Bea expected her to scream, to back away, to show confusion or fear, but all Sonia did was walk towards Bea and lean down to embrace her. Bea hugged her back, grateful that she finally met someone who was not afraid of her, but who was simply happy to have her back.

As Bea explained to Sonia what had been going on, Maxine, Liz, Boomer, and Doreen all ran into H1. Liz and Maxine smiled, beginning to cry as they walked over to hug Bea. Boomer and Doreen stood back, both still afraid and attempting to process the fact that Bea was still alive. As Bea repeated a summary of the events to the rest of the women of H1, restraining herself from giving away too much information in the presence of anyone other than Maxine, Liz, and Sonia, crowds after crowds of women arrived at her block, all wanting to confirm with their own eyes what they had heard. At first Maxine, Boomer, and even Doreen stood their ground in front of Bea, refusing to let the women come near her. However, no one arrived with bad intentions, as most just wanted to see that Bea was alive. Many arrived with tokens of appreciation, anything from snacks to hygiene products to magazines. The women barely managed to greet her, still in shock that Bea was actually alive, but none of them dared ask her why she was in a wheelchair, as most could either figure it out given they all knew what happened in the mess hall or simply refused to ask a question that might irritate or unsettle their seemingly invincible top dog.

As the hour passed, women began to visit less frequently, something that relieved Bea as she was anxious to find and surprise Allie before the head count. After arguing with her friends to leave the block alone, Bea left H1, leaving the women to sort through all the items that had been given to her. Bea made her way towards H3, entering and seeing Kaz in her room, laying on her back and covering her eyes with her hands, quietly crying into them. Bea looked towards Ferguson's room to see that it was now empty. She went towards Allie's room, disappointment hitting her when she realized Allie was not around.

As Bea made her way back out towards the exit, Kaz grabbed the handles of her wheelchair, thrusting it forwards and throwing Bea onto the floor. Kaz pushed the wheelchair aside as she turned Bea over and fell on top of her, beginning to strangle her.

"Where is she?!" Kaz gritted her teeth.

Bea struggled to breathe, finding it nearly impossible to speak.

"What… What are you… talking… about?"

"Where is Allie?!"

Bea tried to shake her head, as she struggled to pull Kaz's wrists away from her. Bea finally succeeded in doing so, before quickly letting go of Kaz's left wrist as her right hand shot up to punch Kaz in the face, knocking her back onto the floor. Bea struggled to sit up, placing her hands behind her on the floor for support, attempting to speak as she knew this was probably not a fight she could win in her current state.

"I don't know! I came here to look for her!" Bea yelled as she coughed.

Kaz sat up, holding her hand to her bloody nose.

"You're a fucking liar. You planned all this. Why the fuck did you leave her alone and not just go with her if you love her so much?!"

Confusion came over Bea's face, as she tried to understand what Kaz was talking about.

"Kaz, what's going on?" Bea finally asked, trying to stabilize her breathing.

"Don't act like a dumbass, just tell…"

"Kaz, I swear to you I have no idea what you're talking about. Allie was with me at the hospital, but she left this afternoon…"

"She never came back!" Kaz cried out.

Bea's heart sank, the worry and concern that hit her becoming immediately evident in her eyes.

"…What?"

"She never came back! Her van was crashed into, the guard was killed, and no one knows where she is! So you still gonna say you have no idea what happened?"

Bea stared at Kaz who glared back at her. Bea reached over to grab her wheelchair and set it back up, locking it in place before dragging herself towards it and climbing into it. She released the locks on it, giving Kaz one last look before she left H3. Kaz massaged her face as she began to cry again, unaware that she was spreading the blood from Bea's strike over her face as she did so.